Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

The House of In-Law

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#Part3

I put salt-studded rice in my mouth and chewed it quickly, after Mom took the batfish that she said was not eaten by someone who had just given birth. Capcay was robbed, because I believe the spice is wearing hazelnut which also said will make the wound on my uterus difficult to heal.

I'm resigned, I don't have the energy to argue with Mom, I'm so hungry. Mommy should also join a class of pregnant women like me so that she knows her opinion about forbidden food is just a myth, a legacy of the feudal lest the mother and baby be malnourished.

Bang Rafi did not help much, she could only look on with pity as I chewed the salt rice with tears welling up.

And the postpartum horror incident has not been completely missed. At night I want a BAB. I woke up Mamah who was lying next to me. The room we occupied was 3X4 meters in size with a mattress directly on the floor.

Mamah made me walk through Mom's room to the bathroom next to the kitchen. I walked slowly and carefully, in addition to enduring the pain that was still felt. I was also afraid to wake my mother.

With the stitch wound that still feels pain I look for a position that fits in the bathroom. It's as simple as this to be so complicated. My sweat was pouring out to endure the pain, the salt rice was clearly not enough to provide fiber until the constipation I experienced made the suffering in the bathroom so excruciating.

After the struggle was over I sat down limp in front of the bathroom door. Bang Rafi who woke up carried my body to the bed.

In my room there was a mother who was holding my beautiful baby, she woke up and cried loudly to make Mom intervene.

"Here you go, Ning!" mother orders with a hostile look.

Mamah fixed my seat. He made a few pillows behind my back. Then take Marisa, my little baby from Mom's sling and hand her over to me. Mom went back to her room.

My baby sucked hard, re-invigorating the pain until I suckled him while biting his lower lip. But, the longer the pain disappeared, Marisa suckled comfortably until me and she fell asleep accompanied by Mamah and Bang Rafi who were loyal to guard.

Two days of Mom's company at Mother's house. All my needs he helped. Warm water for bathing, a healthy meal approved by Mother, also helps wash my clothes and my baby. I felt protected when there was Mamah by my side. Unfortunately, Mama had to go home too.

"Well, Ning's coming?" I pleaded while holding her arm.

"Later Mamah the same Mr. pick up if Marisa has been a bit big. Pity the way to our house is far and ugly" said Mamah as she gently rubbed my hand.

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After there was no Mamah, I strengthened myself to recover immediately and move normally. Now there is nothing else I can count on but myself. Bang Rafi works at a factory that requires her to leave every half-seven in the morning and come home at five in the afternoon. If he's overtime, he'll be home after tomorrow.

My mother-in-law is a single parent, she has a clothing store in the market she always leaves in the morning and comes home after dzuhur. He left me with an unswept house and unwashed dishes. If I'm healthy, it doesn't matter with that kind of homework. But, I take care of myself and my baby is still overwhelmed let alone think of other work.

I never miss cooking every morning. Half a liter of rice with a side dish that was eaten for the three of us. Every day he ate lunch in the market and did not cook again until night. It was his habit, I and my baby should have been the reason to cook more but it wasn't.

Many times I stuffed my stomach with instant noodles when the rice ran out and found no supply of cooked rice.

I forced myself to wash the dishes while standing up as Marisa fell asleep. Yesterday, I came home from the market and I held Marisa in my arms and said, "Your mother is not a rich woman, she can't run a house. Later if you're a big one don't get rich he is, Mar." I only endured the heartache without daring to reply.

I took Bang Rafi back to the rented house or to Mamahku's house in the village. But she asked me to be patient, she said, leaving me and my baby in a rented house next to the grave. In fact, in this house there is a figure that is more frightening than a ghost.

The more days my weight decreases, I am tired of inner birth. Tired of the work that forced her to do, Bang Rafi was insensitive to my difficulties, as well as the time with Marisa that was often seized by Mother. Once Mom's home, I'll take Marisa with him and just give it to me if Marisa wants to suckle.

Tired of homework, I fell asleep after being aroused. And flinched as Mom shook my body violently.

"Ning, this is your baby pingin mimi!" jakt Mom

My head is dizzy, my ears are ringing. I pushed the body of Mother who was holding Marisa hard.

"Abuehh ...." Mother screamed, she sat down with her hands tightly clenched to Marisa. "You're crazy!" shouting Mother.

I felt empty and very sad. Hugging the trembling knees. My body is hot, my calves are numb because every day go up and down the stairs to hang clothes on the attic. My stomach is hungry. No more ignoring the swearing oath that came out of Mom's mouth, I curled up all my joints limp like boneless.

There was a shrill Marisa cry, maybe she was hungry, maybe she was sick from falling. But, I'm hungry too, I'm sick too, and it's because of her, because of Marisa.